“A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three, he stays.”
—ENGLISH PROVERB
We spent the next thousand years or so building homes for the Fallen. That’s what we called our people, considering Yahweh claimed they had ‘fallen’ from grace. The three of us thought it had a bit of a ring to it. The original sixty-six who first followed me from Heaven to Hell maintained the title of Watchers. Lilith thought it was hilarious.
“He has stolen so much from me,” she had cooed when we made the decision to name them our council. “Now I have stolen His Watchers from Him.”
This concept of stealing ideas is what initially led Shemhazai to leave us for long periods of time. He became more and more fascinated with the mortal realm, and the longer he spent roaming the human continents, the more morally depraved they seemed to become.
I sat with Lilith in the now full library one afternoon as she flicked through several souls in the catalog, smirking to herself as she read their updated data before sending them back up to Yahweh.
“They certainly are getting…adventurous,aren’t they?” she giggled as she observed the soul of a man who had decided he wished to know what it would be like to fuck a goat.
“I don’t think Yahweh will take that one back,” I observed, raising an eyebrow. Why someone would ever want to fuck a goat was beyond me, though I had a feeling Hazai likely had something to do with it.
As if my thoughts had summoned him, Hazai waltzed into the library. He had his General’s helmet tucked beneath his arm and was wearing his fighting leathers. His helmet was gold and cast in the shape of a cat’s head with fangs that dripped down each side of his head when he wore it. He also wore a thick gold pectoral breastplate and matching cuffs on his wrists.
“You’re looking… different.” I observed, taking in his attire. He smirked at me.
“I’ve been spending a lot of time in Egypt. They think cats are gods there.” His eyes twinkled with mischief just as Lilith turned from the catalog.
“Shemhazai!” she squealed, launching herself into his arms. “You’re home!”
He dropped his helmet in favor of returning her hug and spun her around, chuckling.
“Hello, my little Hell Queen. Miss me?” he asked, and she tilted her head back so he could kiss her.
“Of course! You must tell us everything! Where have you been? What have you been up to?”
“Oh, Lilith, where haven’t I been? The mortal realm iswild.I have so much to tell you both.” He grinned.
I came forward and clapped him on the back, returning his smile. “Let’s get something to eat, and you can tell us all about it.”
We had a feast that night,and Shem filled us in on his adventures. Lilith sat on my lap on our throne, and Shem lounged in his seat to our right while we oversaw the feast.
“The mortals are so easily corrupted,” he informed us as he sipped his wine. “All it takes is a gentle push, and all of a sudden, they’re fucking animals or inventing sacrificial ceremonies.”
I laughed, shaking my head. I knew he had something to do with humans’ recent fascination with bestiality. Yahweh was going to be so delightfully disgusted. Lilith, however, looked concerned.
“Perhaps you should slow it down, Shemhazai. I have noticed an influx of souls due to the increased murder rates. Yahweh has sent several angels to warn us that He is not happy with your antics. I’m worried He will take it out on the mortals insteadof us.”
Shem sighed. “I can’t help it. They’re just socreative.It’s a shame that Yahweh keeps them chained with morality. All it seems to take is a small seed of corruption, and a forest of perversion grows within them. It’s phenomenal,” he purred, and I grinned at him.
“What else have you learned?”
“Well, lately, I’ve been pretty interested in marriage,” he said thoughtfully.
“Yes, I have heard of that. Yahweh originally wanted me to be Adam’s wife.” She wrinkled her nose at this, and I felt a flash of rage at her words. I dropped my hands to her hips and ground her ass into my cock to remind her who she belonged to.
She giggled and leaned back into my chest, kissing me on the underside of my jaw.
“Shh, I am yours,” she murmured against me, and I felt the fire in my chest cool slightly.
Shem was watching us, his eyes shining with amusement. “Still a jealous little bastard I see,” he chuckled, taking another sip of his wine. “I hope I’m still invited to bed tonight.”
I shot him a glare.
“Of course you are, asshole.” I slid my hands between Lilith’s legs and growled. “I’ve missed watching you eat this little pussy. She looks so good coming in your mouth,” I murmured, nipping the side of Lilith’s neck hard enough that she squeaked and squirmed in my arms. Shem chuckled darkly.
